"How much have you had to drink?" Reagan asked Kathryn curiously, never having seen her shy reserved baby sister so lucid.
"Just one rum and coke." Kathryn slurred drunkenly, staring down in fascination at the empty plastic cup.
"Did you leave your drink sitting unattended?" Reagan asked suspiciously, knowing that Kathryn wouldn't lie about the amount she'd drank.
"Yes." she nodded vehemently, emphasizing the s. "When we went and danced a few minutes ago. Why?"
"Some one's dosed you baby girl." Reagan said knowingly, scanning the crowded night club, searching for any one that might be watching her younger sibling. "Come on. I'm taking you back to the hotel now." she ordered, leaning down to slide her arm around her sisters waste and helping her to her feet.
"Why? I'm not ready to go yet." Kathryn frowned, digging in her heels childishly.
"You have to trust me Kathy. Some one put something in your drink for a reason." Reagan explained over the blare of the suddenly obnoxious noise of the club.
"Oh." Kathryn nodded seriously. "You're no fun." she giggled as Reagan led her out to the car.
"I'm so sorry for being so mean." Reagan placated anxiously. "Shame on me for not allowing you to stay here to get kidnapped or raped or worse."
"You, my dear, have a very vivid imagination." Kathryn sighed as her sister deposited her none to gently into the passenger seat and strapped her in lovingly.
"Better safe than sorry." Reagan said ignoring her sisters drunken taunts.
"Very true." Kathryn sighed, turning her attention to the blur of passing lights. "Wow" she sighed in amazement.
"I don't even want to know what you're seeing." Reagan laughed, driving the rest of the two miles to Kathryn's hotel in complete silence.
"I'm not tired." Kathryn announced as Reagan pulled into the parking lot of the Days Inn her sister had purchased a room at.
"I know you aren't honey, but you're going to take a shower, eat something, the climb into bed." Reagan said firmly as she helped her sister into the plainly furnished room.
"Oh? I am, am I?" Kathryn asked already slipping hotly out of her clothing, all the way down to her satin slip. "Will you turn on the air?" Kathryn asked softly, feeling as though her blood was beginning to boil.
"No honey. I'm sorry but you need to sweat this shit out of your system... What the hell ever it is." she said firmly, pressing her hand softly to Kathryn's warm forehead to check for a fever.
"I don't have a fever." Kathryn snipped, swatting away her sister's hand in annoyance. "I'm just fucking hot. Go home. I'll be alright." Kathryn demanded. "Better yet go back to the club and have the night out with your friends that you had planned. I'm fine I promise." Kathryn's slur subsiding immensely from earlier. "I'm going to jump in the shower and cool off then it's bad cable and strait to bed." Kathryn assured her.
"Are you sure you'll be okay with out me?" Reagan asked nervously, not comfortable with leaving her sister in the condition she was in.
"I'm positive. If I need you, I swear I'll call." Kathryn smiled. "I'm feeling better already." she lied, refusing to admit that the room had began spinning moments earlier and the sudden pounding in her skull was causing waves of nausea.
"Okay. But call me if you need me." Reagan smiled, sparing only the slightest glance back at her sister before she fled the room.
The door was barely closed good before Kathryn stumbled blindly for the bathroom. She made it to her knees in front of the lysol scented toilet seconds before the contents of her stomach began to come up in painful waves. So deep in the throws of sickness and overwhelmed by the pain in her head, she couldn't forced herself to react to the feel of foreign hands lifting her hair gingerly from her cheeks and neck.
"That's a good girl." a deep unrecognizable voice soothed as she continued to vomit mercilessly. "Get it all up." he continued as his free hand began to stroke her back lovingly. "You'll feel much better soon." he vowed.
"What the fuck?" she managed to choke out, before she began dry heaving.
"It's okay Baby. I'm going to take care of you." he promised.
"Who the fuck are you?" she asked exhaustedly sitting back onto the marble floor.
"Who am I?" he asked, the hurt think and obvious in his deep husky voice. "I'm the man that loves you." he explained, as though she were simple for even asking such a question.
"Are you the one that did this to me?" she questioned, turning, despite her pain to attempt to look at his face.
"It was the only way to get you alone." he answered, justifying his actions all in the same breath.
